Why Are Journalists Going Ga-Ga For Kinky?

What is the deal with journalists in Texas being so ga-ga over Kinky Friedman? They are worse than a bunch of 11-year-old girls at a Backstreet Boys Concert.

As a former journalist, I’ve always viewed people like Kinky Friedman (and their campaigns, when they run for office) as something more for the “Style” section than for the news section. They just aren’t serious; they’re funny.

And, I guess that’s why columnists, op/ed writers and beat reporters around the state are ready to drop their collective knees and worship and the shrine of Kinkydom.

This column in the Alpine Avalanche is an excellent example of journalists and columnists not doing their best to fully realize the implications of a Kinky candidacy—let alone a Kinky governorship—and letting their wild-eyed, tongue lolling, star struck, dumb-struck KinkyLove get in the way of the fact that there is no real substance to Kinky Friedman.

Here’s an excerpt:

With a Republian governor who keeps his head down and no significant Democratic candidates in the arena, Kinky has transformed many a slow news day into, if not an event, at least a laugh.

I’m sorry, but I believe you must not have read the news lately. Chris Bell is a significant candidate, unlike the man you are touting. He’s on a rung of the ladder lower than Jesse Ventura.

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